Il testo della Breathe

(verse 1 - chamillionaire)Tell me how you wanna floss (floss)Universal, i'm the bossTrust me that chamillionaire is not the one to come acrossFlooded thoughts (woo!)They tryin to tell ya it's a droughtUntil i pull something out, to show you what a leak about (show you what a leak about)We the south (south) and y'all is just the heirs to air'cause when ya open up your hand, nothin but air is there (air is there)Tryin to tear tags like the old air jordan pockets (why?)'cause soon as i saw it, i just knew i had to pop itWith a rocket (woo!), 'cause houston gotta cheer my nameAnd if they don't (what?), i'm a make 'em fear my painI'll explain (explain), 'cause i just put the madness on the padAnd everybody that think i'm talkin 'bout 'em gettin madGet your ad (ad), run along, take your little swag (take your little swag)I'm quick to tell a chick, she ain't the (best i ever had)Picture that, invisible visual, so kodakY'all need to come out the closet like old throwbacksYou're so whack (whack) and i am so exactMy dough thick, i'm so sick like it's no ex-laxIf i wanted to it's true that i could probably peel panels (true)But snitches got the federales tryin to feel flannels (woo!)Yeah radio one but i'm a start a ill channelChannel set, diamonds make a fan call me "clear channel" (haha)You get that love and they can't crack your nutsI'm gting in the streets, they like "that's what's up!" (what's up?)Peep sideways towards the god, it's really blasphemy (yeah)They on my website daily to stay attached to me (yeah)They tellin lies, they livin somewhere in back of meActin like a groupie, super fruity, no daiquiri (no daiquiri)Haha, you know a boss could spendFor every dollar that i spent, i swear i lost a friendCaucasian maserati and a awesome benzOne white the other white, they the dopest twins (oh geez!)Just follow me, no twitter, i'm so realer (realer)Bang, bang the rap game, i'm so killer (killer)Mike/mic in my hand, i'm feelin like godzillaI'd still feel cooler than y'all with no scrilla (scrilla)No gilla, gettin lost i'm never that, get a mapThe jungle is crazy, so get a strapIt's a fact, the benjamins' everywhere that i'm atIf he every disappear, i promise i'll get 'em back